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Naughty girls get spanked

  • Posted on February 6, 2012 at 1:40 am

Guess who I spanked at the PEP holiday party?

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What naughty things did she do to deserve a stern spanking with a wooden paddle? Call us for details-Twilight (575)770-4575 Sera (505) 217-6110

A dildo and paddle

  • Posted on June 21, 2011 at 1:16 am

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A dildo and paddle sound like the perfect toys for a play session. Bend over the edge of my bed and put that bottom up in the air for me. I’ll give it lots of attention.

Brandy’s First Spanking Video

  • Posted on June 1, 2011 at 10:56 am

Brandy’s First Spanking Video
by Mistress Twilight

I only took the job because my roommate Donna wanted me to come along. I had gotten erotic spankings from lovers before but never in front of a camera. I was a little hesitant but then figured what the hell-I had just broken up with my boyfriend and wanted some adventure. I figured it wouldn’t hurt too much.

The shoot took place in a building in the industrial side of town. You’d never guess from the outside what perverted things the occupants were doing. As we walked into the building Donna promised I’d have a good time. I smiled and tried to hide my nervousness.

We got into costume. Donna and I were playing the parts of naughty school girls. We were to act disruptive in a classroom setting. Our teacher would chastise us and we’d become bratty and flippant. Then we’d be sent to the principal to be disciplined.

Once on the set Donna and I got into character. Playing a naughty school girl came naturally. Donna and I threw notes at each other. Then I teasingly pulled her pigtail. She pretended not to like it and an old fashioned girl fight ensued.

Our teacher was a sexy redhead named Ms. Kelly. She broke up the fight and lectured us. Instead of listening Donna reached out to pull my hair. The fight was back on. Kelly dragged both us by the arms to the principal’s office. This would be where our spankings would take place. I felt excited by the mock fight and any trace of nerves were gone. This was fun!

Principal Johnson was seated at his desk when we were hauled into his office. “What seems to be the problem here?” he asked. Ms. Kelly told him about our misbehavior.

Principal Johnson thanked her for bringing us in to be punished. “Punished?!” Donna and I gasped in mock shock. Ms. Kelly looked so cute as she winked at us before walking out of the room. The spanking was about to begin.

Donna and I were told to bend over his desk to receive our punishment. After we bent over he lifted up our skirts and pulled our white panties down. Then he started lecturing us for fighting in school. This part seemed so silly that I couldn’t help giggling. Big mistake. Principal Johnson jumped at the opportunity.

“Think it’s funny do you, fighting in school?” Before I could answer he started spanking my bottom with his hand. “Well?” I tried to answer but he wouldn’t stop spanking me. All I could do was gasp. It really stung!

I was squirming around on his desk trying to get away from his hand. His other arm had a firm grip on me. I wasn’t going anywhere. I started to get nervous again. Could I really take a hard spanking on camera?

“You don’t even have an excuse do you? You know what we do to rule breakers in this school.” Principal Johnson was in perfect character. His husky voice sounded so stern but incredibly sexy at the same time.

My mind was racing. I had no idea. “I’m sorry.”

That just brought down his hand harder. My bottom was tender by now and every smack of his hand made the stinging worse.

“You’re sorry what?”

“I’m sorry for fighting in school.” I knew I must be saying something wrong because his hand was coming down faster.

“You’re sorry for skipping school what?”

I tried to answer but could only groan.

“Sir. You’re sorry for skipping school, Sir.”

Sir? How could I have forgotten? Donna and I had practiced our lines the night before.

“I’m sorry for skipping school, Sir.”

“That’s better. Again.”

John made me say it several times. Each time he spanked me harder I moaned my apology louder.

Without warning he stopped. He then moved over to Donna and started spanking her bottom.

I knew Donna was kinky when I discovered paddles under her bed while cleaning our dorm room. But I had never seen her take a spanking. Her bottom was sticking up in the air, ready to take each stinging slap. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip.

After we had both apologized Principal Johnson picked up the wooden paddle. “Oh no!” Donna and I said in unison.

“You’ve both been very naughty girls. Fighting in school, not doing homework, passing notes in class-what am I going to do with you two?” He gave my bottom a firm pinch.

That brought my head back up. I tried to look like a naughty school girl. “What?!” I squeaked.
“You heard me. I read one of your notes this morning. You called Ms. Kelly some very inappropriate things.” I saw him lean over and pick up a small wooden paddle.

“Not the paddle!” I protested. In reality though getting the wooden paddle was one of my favorite ways to get spanked. My nerves melted away as Principal Johnson warmed my bottom more.

“I’m sorry.” The slaps on my thighs corrected me of my mistake. “I’m sorry Sir. I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good.”

“If either of you are sent to my office once more this week it’s the cane for both of you. Do you girls understand?”

I knew I wouldn’t get the cane; this was just a spanking shoot. But when he threatened the cane, I felt panic. I hurriedly apologized, hoping he’d stick with just the paddle. “Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir. I promise to be good. I won’t skip school again.” Donna promised to be good as well.

Two dozen more just to make sure you’ll both stay on your best behavior. Then Principal Johnson went back and forth-spanking me and then Donna until both of us had received twenty four smacks.

Then it was over. He told us to get up, sign the school paddle and then ushered us out of his office.

After the shoot was over Donna and I walked back to her car. Donna knew my answer before she even asked “So Brandy, want to do it again?”

I rubbed my bottom through my skirt. It was still tender. “Definitely,” I answered, smiling widely.

EvoRevo fun

  • Posted on November 5, 2010 at 12:07 am

Medora got a room for us PEP ladies to play. We had our own private party before the official EvoRevo dungeon party. Did we have fun?

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Oh yes we did!

Denise’s Diary: Part 1

  • Posted on June 23, 2010 at 1:37 am

Denise’s Diary
by Mistress Twilight

Denise is a submissive woman in college. She lives with her dominant boyfriend Nicholas near campus. Though she tries to be good, Denise often finds herself over Nicholas’ lap getting her bottom spanked. What follows is Denise’s submissive diary entries. This journal is part of her training. I sometimes assign my submissives to keep one as well.

Part 1
I’m writing this as an assignment for Master Nicholas, my boyfriend. Lately, I’ve been getting into all sorts of trouble and getting spanking after spanking as a result. I can’t help but feel bratty afterward.

Nicholas was getting tired of my bratty attitude. He said he could give me yet another spanking but he didn’t think I would learn my lesson. So I’ve been instructed to keep a spanking journal to illustrate why I need a firm hand.

I was embarrassed starting this stupid journal and was determined not to have my fanny toasted so I wouldn’t have to write in it. But here I am with a tender bottom and a pen in my hand.

Today I skipped my Lit class to go out shopping with some my girlfriends. It’s a big class and I figured the professor would never notice if twenty people skipped out, let alone just me. Nicholas was at work and I was shopping on the opposite side of town. I figured I wouldn’t get caught.

Shopping for clothes is much better than sitting in my boring Lit class anyway. At the beginning of the semester the professor handed out a sheet that spelled out what was on the final. All I have to do is study what I need to ace it so why waste my time. One cut class is no big deal.

My heart practically stopped when Nicholas came up to us at the mall cafeteria. He acted surprised to see me and my friends but said nothing about me skipping class. He merely said he was on his lunch break and it was good to bump into us. Right before he left he turned to me and said he’d see me at home. I knew I was in big trouble.

The rest of the day I kept looking for some excuse to hang around campus. My last class got out and I briefly thought about hiding in the library for a few hours. I knew I was in for a good sound spanking when I got home. But I had just checked out books for a term paper and knew Nicholas wouldn’t buy that excuse. That would only make my punishment worse.

On the ride home I rehearsed my excuse. I already had read the assigned book for Lit class so it was pointless for me to sit through a boring lecture. Yeah, it was a pretty weak excuse. But it was all I had.

When I got home Nicholas was already there. Damn. I was hoping he’d have to work late so I could at least cook his favorite meal or something to soften him up. Well, I had to go into the house sometime. I did my best to steady my nerves and walked inside.

I barely had time to put down my backpack before Nicholas was questioning me.

“Denise, why were you at the mall today?”

Damn. When he says my name like that I get a chill down my back. My bottom already tingled in anticipation. I tried to explain I just wanted to go shopping but he cut me off.

“Going shopping is fine but skipping your class is not.”

I tried making an excuse but it just came out as a whine. “But I already know everything about the book. Why do I have to stick around for some boring discussion about it?”

“Because I expect you to be responsible and go to your classes.”

“But-“

“No buts…There’s no excuse for skipping class to go shopping.”

My excuse utterly failed so I tried the puppy eyes trick. That didn’t help either. No sooner had I batted my eyelashes and started to pout than Nicholas told me to get undressed.

I got out of my clothes quickly, not wanting to upset him more. He told me to get over his lap. That’s when I noticed the thick, wooden paddle sitting on the table.

“Not the paddle!”

”Don’t argue or I’ll get the cane. Get over my knees NOW.”

The cane was no idle threat. I had been punished with it before and didn’t want to feel it again. The threat of the cane was enough to get me over his knees fast.

At least he started with his hand. He slapped my ass playfully at first until I started grinding on his lap. Mmm, I thought, maybe this one could be fun?

Nicholas’ tone changed. “This isn’t for your enjoyment. This is punishment. If you insist on acting like a brat then I will treat you like one.”

He stopped spanking with his hand and reached for the paddle.

“Please stop! I promise I won’t skip class again.” I hated to beg but I hated the sting of that paddle even more. I knew how much it was going to hurt.

“I intend to make certain of that”, he scolded.

I felt the first smack. It was a sharp sting that made me yelp. But Nicholas didn’t even pause, he continued spanking me until my ass felt like it was on fire. I tried to hold still but the sting was growing so much I couldn’t help but squirm and kick.

Nicholas sandwiched my legs between his to hold me in place. My hand flew over my ass instinctively; I knew he was going to really lay into me. He grabbed my arm and held it behind my back far away from my bottom.

There was nothing I could do but take my punishment. I tried to bite my lip so I wouldn’t yelp but that lasted about twenty seconds. This was no playful spanking! My behind was was on fire! And Nicholas had to spank my thighs which made me start sniffling.

I was crying by the time he stopped. He let me stand up and my hands immediately flew straight to my bottom. It felt so hot I knew it was bright red.

Nicholas told me to get dressed and to start a term paper that was due the following week. As I was putting on my clothes I noticed the time. My favorite show was about to come on. I tried to reason with him. Surely I could do my homework later.

“Your punishment was supposed to remind you of your responsibilities. I would expect you would be cooperative and do your paper instead of trying to loaf in front of the TV.”

“But-“ I knew I shouldn’t pout but I couldn’t help it. This wasn’t fair!

“No buts. Your television and phone privileges are cut off for tonight. Your only focus will be on your paper and your spanking journal.”

“My spanking journal!”

By his smirk I could tell Nicholas was enjoying himself. “Yes, your spanking journal. Every time you get punished you’re to make an entry. Perhaps that will teach you why you need a firm hand.”

So here I am, stuck up in my room. And all I can do is write my term paper or write in this journal. I didn’t know my TV watching and phone calls were a privilege. I mean it’s not like I’m a child right? I bet Nicholas just made that up on the spot. But I know better than to argue. It will just get me another spanking. At least now I can rub my butt without him seeing.

A switching for Sera Part 2

  • Posted on January 19, 2010 at 11:07 pm

A switching for Sera Part 1

The next day of Sera’s visit started out with breakfast in bed. I had slept in late but she had awoken early to fix me a delicious meal. Sera’s an excellent cook; she had made homemade pancakes with syrup, strawberries and whip cream on top. I knew this was a blatant attempt to get out of her switching. That wasn’t going to happen but that didn’t stop me from enjoying her effort.

After waking up I pulled out a trail map. Ignoring her loud sigh of disapproval I opened it up and started pointing out different trails. The one I planned to take wasn’t terribly long but there were several hills. I explained this to Sera and told her that we’d have to dress and pack accordingly.

I dressed sensibly for a hike-tshirt, shorts with pockets, good hiking boots, a hat and a packed jacket in case of rain. Sera dressed in a light pink shirt, short skirt and three inch heels. The shirt and skirt could stay but those shoes had to go.

“Did you bring any sensible shoes?” I asked.

“Sure. I brought flats,” Sera answered.

Flats? We were about to hike out into the woods and she only had flats?

Fortunately Sera and I have the same shoe size-8 1/2. When I offered her a pair of hiking boots she immediately turned her nose up at them.

“I don’t wear ugly shoes,” she snipped.

“Oh you’ll wear these shoes,” I told her. With that I grabbed Sera’s wrist and pulled me over my lap. Her short skirt was perfect for an over the knee spanking. As soon as she bent over the bottom of her very spankable ass peeked out. I slapped and slapped until her cheeks were red.

She put on the boots after that. To further drive in the lesson I made her carry the backpack that was full of picnic supplies.

“Now you’re ready to go out for a nice hike in the woods,” I told her. Sera grumbled some but minded her manners.

Her good behavior didn’t last long. It was a hot summer’s day and there were some insects about. Nothing too bad-just some little gnats.

“Ugh! These bugs are everywhere! Can we go back NOW?” Sera huffed and puffed as she swatted the air. The brat was not having a good time.

“Nope, we haven’t reached my favorite spot on the trail yet,” I replied.

She started complaining more. I could have spanked her again but I decided a little mind fucking was in order.

I pretended like I heard something. “Shh! Did you hear that?”

“Hear what? Where!?” Sera’s voice suddenly went up an octave.

“That rustling. Maybe it was an animal,” I told her, trying to sound casual. I even shrugged my shoulders to show that I wasn’t concerned.

“Animals? Like a bear?”

“Possibly. Or a mountain lion. Or coyotes.”

I couldn’t hide my smirk. Sera noticed. “That’s not funny!” Just then a crow flew overhead, squawking loudly. Sera jumped at the noise.

“We can stay here and debate what animals are out here or we can go get that switch.” I was having so much fun.

“Let’s just get the switch and go back to your house,” Sera said.

“We’ll see,” I told her.

But I knew we wouldn’t turn right around. The trail we were on led to a wonderful meadow. Flowers were in bloom and the leaves were just starting to turn to their fall colors. It’s a beautiful spot.

At the meadow we unpacked. I gave Sera my knife and instructed her to cut herself a real switch.

“No twigs like yesterday,” I told her.

Unfortunately for her, Sera’s inner brat came out. If she had just cut the switch her punishment wouldn’t have been that long. But she was annoyed about my animal noise comment. Instead of cutting a switch she stuck out her tongue and said that she shouldn’t even be getting a switching.

That’s when I opened my backpack. Sera had hauled up the picnic supplies; I had brought the paddles.

I suspected she’d brat on our hike and packed accordingly. Silently I pulled out the leather paddle with holes and the leather tawse.

“I was just kidding?” Sera said hopefully.

“Oh I don’t think so. Come here.” The seriousness of my tone silenced her.

Sera got onto her hands and knees on the picnic blanket. I lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties hard into the crack of her ass.

The tawse is more of a warm up toy so I used it first. She squirmed a bit and yelped. By the time I had moved onto the paddle her yelps had turned to deep moans.

Sera’s bottom turns several different shades of red when you spank her. First there’s the light pink blush that comes from just a few swaps. Then comes the deep pink when the smacks are starting to sink in. If you keep spanking the deep pink starts to turn to mauve. Right about then is when the deep moans of a spankophile come out. Sera loves to be spanked at this level. But I was teaching a lesson that day and smacked harder. Her mauve bottom turned to a brilliant red and she started squirming again. I finished up with a dozen good swats.

“Now about that switch,” I gave her a stern look.

“Yes Ma’am!” Sera jumped up immediately.

We walked over to some trees. This time Sera cut a thick switch. As she stripped it with the knife her breath quickened. It had been far too long since her last switching.

She handed it to me for inspection. It was more than adequate. I handed it back to her.

“Hold this behind your back and walk back to the blanket,” I instructed.

She dutifully did and even assumed the position without being told.

I gave her two dozen hard strokes with the switch. Red lines ran parallel all down her bottom. It was a lovely sight.

“You took those well,” I told her. “Bring me my backpack so you can see what else I packed.

“Yes Ma’am!” Sera said again with a playful smile on her lips. She knew that I grabbed some toys from her toy bag. We didn’t return home until the sun was setting. This time Sera didn’t complain about a boring view.